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Hey yo Loc up Johnny Richter? I still sport the same frame, I changed the big picture Now sit your ass down right in the front row To let you know how we smoke at a Kings Show You we do it, did it, doin it again I need at least ten for my day to begin A big sack of the chronic, cause you I'm always on it smokin out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it And get a refund check, I bet you sell your mamma's You keep bouncin my balls off the walls just because You a piece of what I got plus a sack of my pot you're really gonna get it, thought wrong, I think not We up at Four Twenty in the old rotation Rolled up on the homies, like what you They some purple kush they got from Riverside But I knew they was fakin, the shit barely got me
Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I know if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin and everything feels so strange To me?
Now we out on the road, different every night Different ho's every night, different every night We drunk off Bud Light So fuck the Malt We beer by the can, cup, bottle, or pitcher see us onstage faded straight buzzed as fuck You'll us bumpin down your block when we're in our trucks That's what's up, damn I blew another woofer man that's my luck Well that's your luck, I mine's better then that As I tilt my hat, and twist off my beer cap Yeah, kinda crazy doin 80 in the dirt With his bike in the back and a in his lap I feel the hurt, when it's time I go bizzerk Third gear buckled, shit didn't even Well you know I the footage, and the film don't lie Knocked the wind out his chest and straight his eye
Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't if its just All in my or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything so strange To me?
I'm so strange with the addition of pills Poppin little tiny blue things no time to kill Eat the mid-sized whites, they'll keep you rollin' the mornin' Take one with a chick, you know night you might be bonin' I'm feelin kind of and I'm out of control Ya know the big ol are the Tylenol 3's And the orange ones I got come straight from You how I do it, wakin up everyday Drinkin in my bed, waitin for a lady to play And I love on one, two, three, or four Looped, staring at the ceiling my back on the floor Five, six, I rolled out with my I called bitch, she was a lil ass trick Now we not it's right, but strange is how we're livin Just goin through life having fun what we're given
Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin and everything feels so strange To me?